Top Ten List of Tricks to Evil Characters- Guest Post by Stacey Thompson

Today I am participating in a blog tour for Stacey Thompson’s Superstition Mountain Trilogy- a western paranormal romance.  She was kind enough to write up a list of tricks on how to create the evil characters we love to hate (or hate to love) in stories.  To follow that up, check out all the info on her trilogy.  She is offering 5 ebook sets of the trilogy as a prize during the tour.  Click on the Rafflecopter link below to enter!


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Take it away Stacey…

Top Ten Tricks To Evil Characters

There are many ways to create a villian people will want to read about. Some of the best bad guys come from a place of real evil. Here are some tips to get you started on creating a really great readable bad guy.

  1. Know Your Story

The best way to be able to write a really good bad guy is to know what your writing. This way you can mold your villain to what your story needs. Not every villain is going to fit in the same mold and that’s why knowing your story is a huge thing.

  1. Villains Motivations

There are many reasons to do things that aren’t good. Sometimes it’s as simple as bcasue the character doesn’t want to. They may also have other reasons for being bad. Maybe their heart was broken or they like the feel of power. These are things you should know before you get too far into your story, but they may also evolve as you’re writing so pay attention.

  1. What’s the Reason for the Bad Guy

Is he just there to move the story? Does he have a story of his own? Villains are more interesting if they have their own backstory in the book or series.

  1. Limits

Does the Villain have limits? Sometimes you want a Villain that’s unpredictable, but other times you want to know what the limits are of that villain.

  1. Know Them

All characters need to have some flaw. Knowing who these characters are and what drives them will give you a better understanding of what they have for flaws. They need to be just as complicated as the good guys in any book.

  1. Love to Hate Them

If you can make the villain so great you love him, but hate him at the same time, you’re on the right track. These are the bad guys people remember and want to read about.

  1. Sexy

This doesn’t apply to every story, but a sexy bad guy will help with the appeal they have on not only the main protagonist, but also readers in general. This helps bring him or her to life in a way that feels real.

  1. Bad Guys Lose in the End… Most of the Time

Sometimes it helps a story to move along if you let the bad guy win some of the time. It can drive the story and the characters to do things that may push them to the extrime. Making a good story, great.

  1. Being Bad Can Be Good

There are times when a bad guy might do something out of character because of a personal agenda. This makes the character more believable and in the end, may redeem the bad guy at least a little.

  1. Personalities

There are a ton of evil personalities you can use for a villain and ways to mold those into your stories. Read some books in your genre and you’ll get some ideas or watch some of the people around you and you might just find your next super villain.




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Part one-

The Order has been around for as long as Demons have roamed the earth, but when the first Demon starts a war, there are only a few left to finish it.

Ami’s different and one of the best Monster Slayers there is, but she’s not ready to face the dark with the one person who knows her best, Wesley the one who trained her. She might just fall in love with him.



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Part 2-

Protecting the world against evil isn’t easy when you are cursed with evil yourself. Ami is between the dark and the light. Will she be able to save herself and those she loves? Or will Price take her to the dark?





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Part 3-

Wesley thought the search was over, but finding Ami was just the start of his problems. When a shady Witch joins them, trouble is all they get. Can Wesley bring Ami back from the darkness that’s trying to take over her, or is she their new enemy?






Her eyes caught the blur race past her at blinding speed. She kicked her boot into the dirt to make the monster think she didn’t see it, but her hand slid around the six shooter at her side. Suddenly she was met with green cat eyes and hands on her shoulders. They always looked human. That’s how they could blend in and take the souls they wanted. It smiled before giving her a hard shove into the side of the nearby building.

Ami winced at the pain that rang through her body. She quickly regained herself and knelt on one knee, her eyes flicking around her, trying to find the monster once again. It got the jump on her that time, but she was not going to let that happen again.

It stopped moving and stood right in front of her. It was daring her. Her hand slid over the gun at her side. Her cowboy hat was pulled down to guard her eyes. Ami met his eyes. He smiled, his dark hair falling into his face slightly. He would have been a handsome man. If he were human.

“You’re a little out of your element, don’t you think, girl,” the demon said, smiling slyly. When she didn’t say anything, he curled his lips more. She waited and he jumped at her, pushing her to the ground. Her hand shot up to protect her face and her hat went flying from her head. She felt the hard blow of the ground under her. It almost knocked the wind out of her, but her mind was focused on the demon pinning her to the ground.

“So, why did they choose you?” He stared. “You don’t have the heart to be a monster slayer. You’re just a kid.” He was so close to her face she could feel his breath and smell the stench of death.

She pulled the gun from the holster and jabbed it into his stomach. He smiled at the new move. “I guess I could be wrong,” he said, laughing as she pulled the trigger. The shot was loud in her ear.

Ami pushed the demon off of her and pulled herself to her feet. She watched the monster as it turned to an odd steam and vaporized in front of her. She smiled and holstered the six shooter. Her eyes scanned the ground for her hat to keep her face out of the hot Arizona territory sun.

She saw the old brown hat, but it wasn’t laying on the ground where she thought it should be, it was in the hands of a man. He was dressed in dirty blue jeans and a red button down shirt. His light brown duster blew behind him. She watched him as he looked from under the rim of his own hat and met her gaze.

“You shouldn’t have taken off on your own,” he said, taking a step towards her. Ami just rolled her eyes.

“I was ready. You of all people should know that,” she said grabbing her hat and sliding it on her head.

“And what if your gun had fallen into the wrong hands?” He turned away and started walking. Ami stood a minute and watched her teacher. He was the first in this unknown world she’d come to understand. He saved her when she should have been a demon’s play toy.

“How did you know where to find me, Wesley,” she said, following behind him to the pair of horses he had tied at the end of the alley. The dark haired man just looked at her, his dark eyes piercing and warning. Ami knew that look. He would give it to her when she was asking something she shouldn’t be or doing something that could get her killed.

“We need to get back. The Shaman called a meeting.” He climbed onto his light brown horse. To keep the animal in line, he pulled at the reins.

“So, she never wants us involved in those.” Ami climbed her own horse and glanced at Wesley.

“This time she wants everyone there. It’s important,” he said as he gave his horse a light kick to get moving. Ami took a breath and followed. She knew this wasn’t a good sign. The Shaman only ever told the ones who were part of the inner group and Ami was not one of those.


The ride back to our home was short and quiet. Wesley didn’t chastise the fact she’d left the safe zone, but she had a strong feeling he was leaving that for the Shaman.

The desert gave way to the base of a mountain with a wood arch. Ami always trailed her eyes over the symbols carved into the wood. This kept them safe at the base of the mountain. The thin veil the Apache magic held kept them safe and gave them enough power to keep the balance of good and evil. But it had to be protected.

We rode into the small village that was put together with lingering dirt homes and stick housing that was crude at best. This was not the most comfortable place, but it was safe from the Demons of the world. We were all targets of some kind. Most got thrown into this war without any previous knowledge there was something more to it or that there were beings beyond human.

“Hurry up and get to the fire pit. I’ve got to talk to a couple other people,” Wesley said, turning on her and heading off into his own direction. She stood there for a moment, waiting for a bitch out session from someone else and sure enough one person she didn’t want to see came running up to yell at her.

“What were you doing going off like that?” She said. Ami took in the young girl. Her blond hair was long down her back. She dressed herself in a long dress and flat black shoes. Ami wondered how she expected to hunt Demons dressed like that.

“What do you care?” Ami turned on her heel from the girl. She grabbed at her arm and pulled her back.

“We are all at risk if one of us gets caught or killed. You know that.” She was getting annoying, and Ami was not going to stand there and listen to it.

“Jan, we’ve got to go to the fire pit. There’s some kind of meeting going on. We’ll talk about this after, okay?”  She said, hoping it would get her to drop the whole thing. If I don’t kill you first. She forced a smile and pulled away from Jan. The last thing she wanted was to deal with her and her “Holier than though” attitude. Jan wanted to be the best, and it burned her ass that Ami was better in a shorter amount of time.

Ami made her way to the fire pit and stood at the back. It was already full of the other fifty or sixty people living in the village. Some of them were teaching others, most were learning.

“I’ve called you all here for a reason,” a small full blooded Indian woman stepped into view. She was visibly wise, but she also looked like the kind of person you’d tell your life story to. She was short, and her long silver hair flowed down her back. She smiled and glanced at me before she stopped in the center in front of the fire.

“I have been given information from the Elders. There is a lot coming we may not be ready for. I want you all to stay close for at least a little while.” Her eyes met Ami’s as though she was talking to her alone. “Important work must be done, but we must do it as a team. No one person can stop the threat coming our way. I will tell you all more as needed.” She stopped, turned and disappeared from view.

Ami stood there for a moment, listening to the group chatter. Most didn’t understand what was going on, and why it mattered, but she knew it was crucial, and the Shaman wasn’t telling them everything. Why would she? They were almost all students of her teaching. None were ready to fight the big Demons in the world. Even if she thought she was.

Ami walked towards the edge of the little village she lived in for most of her life. Everything changed when they found her, and she understood what she was fighting. She was stronger. She could understand what it was she was doing and how to kill the Demons that stole her entire life from her.



The night was black as coal. Ami was small, maybe five at most. She was sitting on the back steps when she heard the screaming of her mother. Ami ran into the house to see two men pinning her mother to the wall. They were both dressed in long coats and dark cowboy hats. She looked at them and then back to her mother.

The man farthest from her raised his head so she could see the face under the black cowboy hat. It looked normal, but his eyes were different, they seemed to glow. She watched in horror as  smile crept across his lips.

“That’s the one we’ve been looking for,” he said, taking a step towards her. She felt almost frozen in fear, but her feet knew what to do. She turned and ran as fast as she her feet would allow. Ami knew she would never be able to run faster than what these things, but she had to try. The desert was vast in front of her, but she knew it well from taking hunting trips with her father.

Ami ran until someone grabbed her from behind and scooped her up. She closed her eyes and tried fighting the man.

“Hey, I’m trying to help you,” he said, pulling her back so she could see he wasn’t the enemy. She met his eyes and waited a moment to see if they would do that odd glowing the others had done in her home, but they stayed the same dark brown color. She glanced behind him, but no one was there.

He whistled and a white horse came trotting up to the pair. It was gigantic, but obedient. The man who saved her grabbed her around the waist and helped her onto the horse. He then got on behind her, and they rode to her new life.

She sat quietly for a while before asking, “who are you?” He seemed to hesitate with his answer, but then decided to humor the child.





Superstition Mountain   Blood and Dust   Truth in Lies




Stacey has been writing since she can remember. She primarily writes Edgy Paranormal and Paranormal Romance, but has dabbled in the Horror and Young Adult Genres.

She is a mother of Three and lives in the beautiful state of Wyoming. You can find her at her blog and Facebook page.

Twitter:  @staceytg


~ by Suzie on May 30, 2013.

2 Responses to “Top Ten List of Tricks to Evil Characters- Guest Post by Stacey Thompson”

  1. Great character points for a bad guy Stacey. 🙂

  2. Great list of character points, Stacey. Definitely on target.

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